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A review by kmp37
Little Mushroom: Judgment Day by Shisi
4.0
What is the fall of humanity, to a mushroom?
In a post-apocalyptic, dystopian world, where strange creatures roam the areas outside the few cities, and any human can become easily infected and turned into one… there lives a mushroom.
An Zhe, as the mushroom is named by a human, only wants his spore that was stolen from him, as he sets off to infiltrate human society. All he wants is to take it and return to the cave in which he lives, and never emerge again. He doesn’t care about the humans - especially as they would destroy a creature like him.
He’s a bystander looking in, calm as things fall apart, as humanity clings to survival in ever more difficult ways - he simply observes, and yet he changes as well, slowly but surely.
What does it mean to be human? To survive? What justifies the actions we take in our desperation to cling to life, and at what point can you write off another human? How can ruthlessness also be mercy, how can kindness be cruelty?
It’s a deeply sorrowful book, in a way - it made me feel melancholy. Humanity is slipping away, slowly but surely… and more and more die, every day, get infected and change. And yet - there is still potato soup. Still the warmth of another person next to you. Still the hope that the one you have grown to care for will return to you.
I look forward to reading more about this little mushroom.
In a post-apocalyptic, dystopian world, where strange creatures roam the areas outside the few cities, and any human can become easily infected and turned into one… there lives a mushroom.
An Zhe, as the mushroom is named by a human, only wants his spore that was stolen from him, as he sets off to infiltrate human society. All he wants is to take it and return to the cave in which he lives, and never emerge again. He doesn’t care about the humans - especially as they would destroy a creature like him.
He’s a bystander looking in, calm as things fall apart, as humanity clings to survival in ever more difficult ways - he simply observes, and yet he changes as well, slowly but surely.
What does it mean to be human? To survive? What justifies the actions we take in our desperation to cling to life, and at what point can you write off another human? How can ruthlessness also be mercy, how can kindness be cruelty?
It’s a deeply sorrowful book, in a way - it made me feel melancholy. Humanity is slipping away, slowly but surely… and more and more die, every day, get infected and change. And yet - there is still potato soup. Still the warmth of another person next to you. Still the hope that the one you have grown to care for will return to you.
I look forward to reading more about this little mushroom.